"What! How can he miss the goal?!" The Sect Master widened his eyes in disbelief.
Beside him was his wife and the elders. They were all stunned, looking at one of their disciples missing such an obvious chance to score.
"Where did they find such a fool as the striker?" an elder said in anger.
"I can even score that simple goal. How can he miss it?"
All the elders were furious.
They came with pride and confidence, hoping to show the world the spirit of the Dust Valley Sect. But the reality was different from what they expected.
It had been ten minutes since they started the game, and they hadn’t scored a single goal. All their chances were missed by their player.
How could they accept this?
As for the audience, they were having the fun of their lives. They did not expect the game to be this exciting.
All the twenty ten were working toward the same goal — to score.
However, each player had a particular role they played without disturbing each other.
The Flame Tiger team goalkeeper played the goal kick. The ball sailed in the air to the midfield.
Wang Jun, the central midfielder of the Dust Valley Team, jumped to nod the ball.
Unfortunately, his head missed the ball by a small margin and landed behind him.
Behind was Flame Tiger midfielder Yuan, who controlled the ball with his thigh. His bald head shone brightly as he ran with the ball.
Before him, a Dust Valley player tried to tackle him. With ease, he played forward and used his speed to receive at the other side.
Bypassing the opponent, Yuan saw one of his team running at the right flank. Without hesitation, he passed the ball to him.
Seeing this, everyone in the stadium held their breath with their eyes on Xun.
As the right winger, speed was his forte.
Receiving the ball, Xun played the ball forward and chased with his quick feet. Two players from the Dust Valley Team came to intercept him.
Tao, a defensive midfielder, slid forward, trying to kick the ball away. Xun’s feet touched the ball on time and played forward and jumped over his feet.
With Tao out of the way, Xun faced Jie, the left wingback.
But he was not intimidated. Jie had predicted Xun would want to run with the ball forward. But he was mistaken.
Just as Jie rushed forward to tackle Xun, he cut forward into the field, bypassing him.
"My God! He dribbles past two players."
At the sideline, Elder Kang was sweating as he shouted.
"Stop him. Stop him."
There were a few meters before Xun entered Box 18.
The tension was palpable, and everyone was at the edge of their seat, holding their breath.
Can the Flame Tiger do it?
Quickly, Qiang, one of the central defenders, rushed to stop Xun from entering the Box 18 while behind Xun was Wang Jun, Tao, Jie and others.
Xun raised his head and saw Gang raising his hand for a pass. He thought for a moment whether to make a run or pass the ball.
Just before Qiang could reach him, he passed the ball. The ball went past Qiang’s right foot and bypassed Ming’s left foot to arrive before Gang.
No one expected such a clean pass from Xun.
Receiving the pass, Gang moved to step forward and shot the ball.
Everyone was on their feet as they watched the ball sail toward the net.
Will Xiao, the keeper, save the Dust Valley Team from conceding the first goal?
Xiao dived toward and stretched his hand, hoping to stop the ball. The ball zoomed past his hand like a rocket and hit the top corner of the net.
The audience shot to their feet and screamed on top of their voices. The earthshaking noise shook the stadium to its core.
The noise and excitement were infectious. Even the young master and miss in the VIP sect were shouting goal.
You must know the Flame Tiger players were the underdogs. Everyone had expected the Dust Valley Team would thrash them with ease.
But that was not the case.
"You see that?!" the Flame Tiger gang leader shouted from the coach area. "Those are my men."
He was grinning from ear to ear like a fool.
This was the happiest day of his life.
On the field, all the Flame Tiger Team were celebrating with Gang at the middle.
Watching the Flame Tiger Team jubilating, all the Dust Valley Sect disciples and elders wore deep frowns.
It was as if they had lost their soul.
Seated in a special room, Mo Jian watched the celebration with a light smile on his face.
"Young master, this game is too exciting," Zhao Tian said with a deep grin. "I wish I’m part of the players."
Mo Jian looked at the fatty and rolled his eyes. With such an excessive fat, how dare he say he wanted to be a player?
He ignored him and looked at the excited crowd.
’This is the beauty of sport.’
’Let’s hope the Dust Valley could bounce back from this.’
Quickly, the match resumed, but the excitement and jubilation were still in the air.
With one goal, the Flame Tiger Team had their confidence boosted, and they began to play confidently.
As for the Dust Valley Team, they were both nervous and panicking, feeling all the gazes of their fellow disciples on their body.
Losing this game would mean the end of them.
"Foul!" the referee blew the whistle against the Dust Valley Team.
The Dust Valley Team were furious, but they controlled their anger.
Feng looked at his teammate and wiped off the bead of sweat from his forehead. He looked at Yuan at the center and saw Xun waving his hand at him.
But the distance was too much.
Still, he decided to take the risk.
He kicked the ball toward him.
Watching the ball sailing toward him, Xun jumped and chested the ball to bring it under control.
The beautiful display awed everyone.
"Now, it is Xun once again. Can he do it?" Rumbling Thunder’s voice echoed in the stadium.